Chapter 477
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Sheng Yize was obviously startled, and a trace of surprise flashed through his ink-black eyes.
An Xiaxia coughed. "This way, you won't feel guilty and I won't be jealous. Isn't that smart?"
Sheng Yize sighed inwardly when he saw the expression on her delicate little face that seemed to say, "Hurry up and praise this baby."
Silly girl.
"Yes, you're the smartest."
"Smarter than you!"
"… Yes." Someone nodded without any principles.
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The next day was Monday. After a day of classes, An Xiaxia and Sheng Yize went to Song Qinchen's hospital.
This was a hospital owned by the Sheng family. They had specially prepared an entire floor for Song Qinchen. The medical equipment and doctors were the best in the country.
Before they reached the ward, they heard a hysterical scream from a girl and the sound of things being thrown around.
A nurse covered her face and cried. There were a few red and swollen slap marks on her face.
An Xiaxia and Sheng Yize rushed over. In the ward, Song Qinchen was throwing things around like a madwoman. Drip bottles, cups, vases …
The head nurse looked at her coldly and said expressionlessly, "Miss Song, if you don't accept treatment, your condition will only worsen."
"I don't want to, I don't want to … You liars, I'm not sick! How can I die? I'm not sick! "Song Qinchen pulled her hair and sobbed.
"What happened?" Sheng Yize asked quietly.
"The patient can't accept the fact that she's sick. In addition, the medicine she ingested contains stimulants. Her emotions are very unstable now." The head nurse answered calmly. She was obviously used to this.
Song Qinchen's illness was a sudden blood disease. If it wasn't treated in time, she could die in six months to a year.
Of course, she couldn't accept it.
Song Qinchen looked up when she heard the voice. When she saw who it was, she wiped her tears and snot away carefully like a timid little girl.
"Brother Ze … Is that you?"
Sheng Yize sighed and nodded. "It's me."
Song Qinchen threw herself into his arms and started crying again.
An Xiaxia felt her eyes hurt when she saw this. She looked away uncomfortably.
Sheng Yize pushed Song Qinchen away and signaled the nurse to tidy up the room.
Song Qinchen tugged at his sleeve, her tears falling like pearls from a broken necklace. "Brother Ze, will I die? I don't want to die … "
"Song Qinchen, calm down. Your illness isn't incurable. Crying won't solve the problem," Sheng Yize said with a straight face.
Song Qinchen nodded weakly. Her eyes lit up when she saw An Xiaxia.
"Xiaxia, you and I have the same blood type, right? Quick, save me, please save me! "She hugged An Xiaxia's sleeves and kept shaking them, tears welling up in her eyes.
An Xiaxia almost fainted from her shaking. She looked at her awkwardly.
It was said that the words of a dying man were kind. She could not reject Song Qinchen, who was crying so miserably.
Coincidentally, Sheng Yize's phone rang. He whispered into An Xiaxia's ear, "I have a call to answer, wait for me."
He got up and went to the corridor to answer the call. An Xiaxia held Song Qinchen. "Go rest. Don't cry."
Song Qinchen's eyes turned bloodshot. She pulled An Xiaxia's hair and slammed her against the wall. "Are you going to save me? If you don't, I'll kill you! " “
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